Happy Birthday, Vincent

Probably her best known poem is "First Fig", not least because it's short enough to memorize easily:
- My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends--
It gives a lovely light!
And here are two more:
City Trees
THE trees along this city street
Save for the traffic and the trains,
Would make a sound as thin and sweet
As trees in country lanes.
And people standing in their shade
Out of a shower, undoubtedly
Would hear such music as is made
Upon a country tree.
Oh, little leaves that are so dumb
Against the shrieking city air,
I watch you when the wind has come,--
I know what sound is there.
We talks of taxes...
WE talk of taxes, and I call you friend;
Well, such you are, -- but well enough we know
How thick about us root, how rankly grow
Those subtle weeds no man has need to tend,
That flourish through neglect, and soon must send
Perfume too sweet upon us and overthrow
Our steady senses; how such matters go
We are aware, and how such matters end.
Yet shall be told no meagre passion here;
With lovers such as we forevermore
Isolde drinks the draught, and Guinevere
Receives the Table's ruin through her door,
Francesca, with the loud surf at her ear,
Lets fall the coloured book upon the floor.
(More Millay is here)
3 Comments:
Steepletop is still the home and property where Millay lived and wrote for the last 25 years of her life. The Millay Colony occupies a small part of that property, while the house, studio, writing cabin and gardens belong to the Edna St. Vincent Millay Society which is working to bring the property to its rightful place as a Historic House and Garden Museum. More information at www.millaysociety.org or by calling 518-392-EDNA
I've recently read her "Fatal Interview" and delved more into her life - it was all very rewarding.
Sara Teasdae, not Millay, was the first woman to win the Pulitzer Prize for poetry (in1918). Millay was the third woman to win the prize in 1923.
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